Paranormal Books Fiction Novels & Stories

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

He might kick me out and I would just die. “This is amazing,” I managed to whisper, still breathless at the sight. “You like it?” “Like it?” My amazement hung in my voice, and I spun on my heels to face Dante, who was leaning at the door. “Are you kidding me? I am in love with it. It’s like heaven on earth.” The corner of Dante’s lips twitched. “The best part is that more than half of the books are horror, thriller and paranormal.” “No fricken way!” My jaw dropped, and I held back the girlie squeal that hung in my throat. And I thought this place couldn’t get any better.

"I was normal before this month. Maybe cursed, but not like this." "Cursed how?" "I've always had nightmares," she admitted. "Voices. Fire. And sometimes I wake up with my hands glowing." Kael's jaw tightened. "Then it started long ago. The flare in the forest was just the first time it broke through completely." She exhaled shakily. "You talk like you've seen it before." "I have." He turned away, running a hand through his hair. "The last time it happened, the Bloodbound burned everything in a hundred-mile radius."

Or how his body felt against mine. I shook my head again. “Bad, Wakely.” I snorted at scolding myself like a dog. I quickly showered and threw on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. It was too early to get ready for the party, but I could go for some coffee. I grabbed the only fiction book that I had on my shelf. It was a paranormal romance that I have read at least a hundred times. The cover was well worn, and for some reason, it gave me comfort.

she said, excusing herself momentarily to retrieve a copy of the book. She returned with a copy of the book. "Next time, if you want to read a fantasy book and don't have your library card, you don't have to lie about how important the book is to you," Vivian said with a hint of amusement before handing the book over to him. "You think I want to read this book to fuel my fantasy mind? No, actually, this is a form of research. You see, I'm a Parapsychologist, which means I-" He was abruptly interrupted.

Others sound like the beginning of horror novels. I drag a hand down my face with a quiet sigh. It’s like trying to find truth in fog. I click on another link. More confusion. A forum of self proclaimed “paranormal experts” debating everything from moonstones to blood rituals to royal bloodlines. My eyes skim paragraph after paragraph but none of it helps. If anything, the internet is only adding to the unease curling in my chest.

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She began. For the first time, fear flashed in Sandra's eyes. "Wh-- What is going on, Mena?" "Oh, it's nothing to be scared of, please trust me, okay?" She rushed to reassure her friend. "O-Okay." Sandra still looked unconvinced. "Good. Do you remember those novels you like to read? Those ones where men turn into werewolves, vampires, and all those kinds of stuff?" "You mean my paranormal books? How can I ever forget about them? I have two in my bag as we speak." She paused, "But, what has that got to do with anything?"

That was when I noticed the low blue glow coming from the living room. The television was off. The light was coming from a laptop open on the coffee table. I should have turned around and gone back upstairs. Instead I walked closer. Daniel was on the couch in just a pair of dark shorts. The laptop screen faced him. I couldn’t see the video clearly from the doorway, but I could hear it—soft, wet sounds and a woman’s low moaning. His right hand was inside his shorts, moving in a slow, tight rhythm. His head was tipped back against the cushion, eyes half-closed, jaw tight.

“It contains history books about werewolves and I brought you here to see if we can find anything about your wolf.” I look up to the shelves again that looks like they go on forever and sigh. This is going to be a long day. “Then shall we get started?” I nod slowly, wanting to get this over with. I wonder if I can find books about hybrids and their curse. Swallowing down my thought, I follow Leonidas's lead. He guides me through shelves, carefully reading the labels. After searching for a while, my gaze catches a book leather bounds with a cryptic title, ‘The Supernatural.”